It’s been a while, but this is a continuation of the original Life With Victor (LWV) series. You can find the previous posts here…

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Tasha was weary about going away with Victor this weekend. Their last vacation had led to a lot of upheaval in their lives. They were finally back to being them. No codling, no going easy on her. There hadn’t been any truly rough play but she was happy their dynamic was returning to normal. What if going away affected that? She was nervous.

“Why don’t we just spend a nice weekend at home? We could go for brunch at that new place down on 5th, spend an evening at the club. We haven’t been there in ages.”

“Don’t worry Tash, you will have a great time. Trust me.”

“I do trust you. I just…”

Victor put his arms around his wife and pulled her close. “I know baby. I know. This trip will be very different than our last. Now, go pack. I want to get on the road as early as possible tomorrow. You’re still only working a half day?”

“Yes. I’ll be done at 1:00.”

“Very good. I will drop you in the morning that way we can hit the road when I pick you up. We can take our time on the nicer side roads, make a stop or two, and still get there by 5:oo. Plenty of time to unpack and grab a hot shower before dinner. I made reservations for 7:00. Be sure to pack something suitable. That sexy green number from will do. You always look gorgeous in green. Now go,” Victor gave Tasha quick slap on the ass and sent her off to pack.

She was still unsettled about it but she trusted Victor. That didn’t seem to be of any comfort as she tossed and turned during the night, waking up in a cold sweat. She tried to talk him out of it again in the morning but he would not be deterred.

“Don’t you want to be a good little whore,” he chided.

“I do, Daddy. I do,” and with that she no longer worried about the weekend.

 

The sun playing peek-a-boo behind the clouds kept the temperature from soaring and made their long drive out of town enjoyable. They took their time. They stopped for her favorite ice-cream. They stopped to watch the falls and bask in its mist. They also stopped at one of the local wineries to pick up a few bottles for the weekend. Tasha was relaxed and happy. Victor was pleased.

When they arrived at the rental house Tasha was less than impressed. She was surprised to find it was not at all how the brochure had described. It was listed as a grand turn of the century estate with old world charm and modern day amenities. They had passed a large estate house before turning onto the small gravel lane but that was not where they were staying. They were in what looked to have been a servants quarters at one time. It was small, not completely run down but any charm it may have once possessed had worn away over the years.

“Are you ready,” Victor asked, turning the truck off and smiling at her. She looked at him, perplexed. This couldn’t be where they were staying. “What’s wrong, baby? You don’t like it?” His tone showed a hint of amusement.

“Is this really where we are staying?” She tried not to sound like an impudent child.

“It is. Come on, let’s bring our stuff in. I have some plans before dinner.” There was something in his smile, his eyes, she hadn’t seen in quite some time. Beneath his amusement was something darker.

She got out of the truck, grabbed her bags, and followed him. She was looking around, trying to find something, anything, redeeming about the place and not paying attention to Victor. She walked right into him as she rounded the corner of the house. He had stopped and was looking at something off to the right. She followed his gaze to a hitching rail.

“No running tonight little whore. Daddy’s going to take you for a ride.”